Well friends, it happened again.
As many of you may remember from a post you totally read one year ago, birthdays and I have a love/hate relationship. 1,287 more words
Artyom’s skin was burning. Not in the metaphorical sense but the real life, stuck in a building that was on fire, kind of burning. The deep animalistic rumble that emerged from his chest could barely be heard over the crackling of the flames as they greedily licked the building. 697 more words